You were once a proud and noble hunter. You had it all. The respect of your fellow tribesmen, a wide range of mates to choose from, wealth and power but above all of that was your size. You were a twenty foot tall male lion. Your fur glistened like gold and you were very buff and athletic, you were the best hunter in your tribe and the biggest anthro in your village. You truly were destined for greatness. You looked down on those who were weaker and smaller then you, and this did not earn you any friends and a ton of enemies, but nothing you couldn't handle. At least that's how you used to think. It was astonishing how easily your life changed for the worst.
Three months ago, your view of the world changed and you quickly realized how blessed you were too be twenty feet tall. You don't quite remember how it happened, but you will never forget that feeling of dread and fear when it did. It was the night before your wedding. You were marrying the chief's daughter and were going to take over the tribe on the day of your wedding. You remembered how amazing the feeling of being able to rule over your entire tribe felt, you were going to weed out the week and make your tribes name feared and praised as the best hunters across the land, but this glorious dream never happened.
You remember walking home from your night of celebration when suddenly you felt extremely sleepy. Your legs froze up and you collapsed right there on the road. When you came to you made a horrifying discovery. You had shrunk to a mere two inches. Even the children in your tribe could take you out easily at your new height. You realized that if your tribe ever found out, you would either be eaten, crushed or enslaved. Size and power meant everything to your tribe, if you were weak or small you were treated like an insect. The fear of being at the mercy of all those hunters who you mocked for being weaker then you, rose up and overtook you. You had to escape and leave everything you knew behind.
It wasn't easy but you managed to escape the grasp of the hunters and the anger of your tribe. They would have thought that you had deserted and were killed. When the sound of the horn came you knew that meant only one thing. The last hunt. It was a tradition to hunt down any deserters and execute them on the spot. It was only thanks to your skills that you managed to find a place to hide. Your tribe never found you and assumed you were dead. They packed up camp and left. It had been three months since then and the number of predators you had increased substantially, even insects could hunt you now, and your chance of survival was growing thinner each day.
The first month was the hardest. You had to find a steady food source. You hunted insects smaller then your self, and gathered supplies from your surroundings to fortify your new home, which was under a tree. It was a hard month, but eventually you got used to running from the many large predators and surviving on insects and berries. You had to trim your mane so that you could see danger from all sides, that would have been a problem in the past as your dignity and pride prevented you from doing so, but you kissed those goodbye when you had to eat the leavings of a bigger predator just to survive the week.
Your new life is a hard on but it is the only life you have. You hated living in constant fear that you were going to be eaten or crushed. You hated the cold, rainy nights living under a tree trying to prevent water from flooding your new home. You hated that you had to trim your mane and that your once golden fur was caked in mud from sleeping on the ground. Your clothes were torn to shreds and you didn't like that you were exposed to everything now but above all else you despised the fact that you were completely alone.As the days went by, you could only reminisce about your old life, for now you only lived to survive. You missed the luxuries you had, You missed the power you held in your tribe but above all else you missed your size.
Now the only reason you live each day is because your skills and a tremendous amount of luck. Luck that has finally run out. You raced across the forest floor desperately trying to escape your pursuer It was nothing but a common field mouse, but at your current size it might as well have been a rabid elephant. You glanced back and tripped. You tumbled across the ground till you can to a painful stop. You heard the sound of bones breaking and knew that one of your legs had just broke. You glanced back and saw your pursuer racing towards you, so this is how it ended. You closed your eyes and let out a small whimper as you waited for the end.
You felt something wrap around your waist and lift you upwards. You didn't dare open your eyes, you didn't want to see your killer. You landed with a small thud on something hard. You grimaced as you felt pain shoot through your leg. You waited, but nothing came, you waited still, but when your end didn't come. You opened your eyes. That's when you noticed you were laying in a giant scaly paw. Gulping, you turned your eyes upwards and a massive dragon was looking down at you.
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